Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Mingzhi took Fu Ting to a very secret manor in the suburbs.

Surrounded by towering ancient trees, blocking the scorching sun, the entire manor is shrouded in darkness, looking gloomy, like an ancient castle in the dark.

Normal people wouldn't like to live in such a gloomy environment, but Fu Ting was not surprised at all.

Because she had seen Fu Qingji in her last life, and knew that man was this kind of weird character.

At the entrance of the manor was an assistant who took care of Fu Qingji's daily life, and brought Mingzhi Fu Ting in.

Fu Qingji lived on the second floor. The assistant knocked on the door first. After a few seconds, a low voice with no emotion came from inside, "Come in."

The door is pushed open.

The light inside was dim, and the first thing I saw was a man of outstanding appearance.

He was wearing a light-colored trench coat and was very slender, sitting on a black wheelchair facing sideways.

The man's legs are slender, the black trousers are pulled straight, and his temperament is as cold as pine bamboo.

Hearing the movement, Fu Qingji turned the wheelchair with his slender and fair fingertips and slowly turned around.

His facial features are very good-looking, he has a very warm and jade-like appearance, his face is very soft, and his peach eyes should be amorous and loose, but on his face, it shows a cold emotion, like March's lake.

"Mom!" Fu Qingji said, his voice was very clear and elegant, but his tone was extremely cold, like a robot without emotion.

"Qing Ji, why don't you tell your family when you go back to China? If I hadn't arranged for an assistant to take care of your daily life, I wouldn't even know you're back." Mingzhi walked over and said angrily, but she saw that her son was fine. Very happy.

"It's not necessary." Fu Qingji looked out the window calmly, and said coldly, "I'll stay for a while."

If it weren't for Jiang Yan's design draft, he wouldn't come back at all.

The unfamiliar tone in his son's tone, Mingzhi's feelings were clearly distinguished, and his heart was very sour, and he asked almost humbly, "Then how long are you going to stay this time?"

"It depends." Fu Qingji lowered his eyes and straightened his cufflinks, showing a sense of alienation all over his body.

Like the haze of winter, he couldn't enter his heart.

Mingzhi pursed her lips and took Fu Ting to introduce, "This is Xiao Ting, your little niece..."

Fu Ting looked at Fu Qingji quietly, he was obviously gloomier now than the one he saw in his previous life. She was not a person with a warm face and a cold butt, but for the sake of owed him a kindness that was not repaid, and his Also father's brother, Fu Ting opened his mouth and shouted, "Uncle San."

"I know." Fu Qingji glanced at Fu Ting indifferently, without any emotion, lowered his eyes very indifferently, "I have read the information you sent me."

Mingzhi could endure the alienation of her son from her, but she could not bear the indifference of the other party to her precious granddaughter, and said in a tough tone,

"Xiao Ting is your brother's daughter, your only biological niece. Your eldest brother and second brother love her very much. Can't you just say hello to Xiao Ting?"

Fu Qingji's eyelashes moved, and his warm eyes fell on Fu Ting, but there was still no ups and downs, "Hello."

Mingzhi knew that Fu Qingji had this kind of temperament. He already had obstacles in his relationship. Unlike Fu Sixing and Fu Nanyan, he knew Fu Ting because of his blood relationship.

Fu Qingji is not very good at strategy, unless he has been with him for many years, he can barely get a look back from him.

It was only the first time that Fu Ting had met him. There was no relationship between the two. It was already very good that he could do this.

Mingzhi's face softened, and she asked with a good temper, "When will I go home and have a meal with the family? You haven't even seen your own brother!"

Fu Qingji rubbed the pulp of his fingers, but did not answer.

Mingzhi looked around and said bitterly, "This place is too remote, you will be very lonely by yourself, why don't you..."

"I won't go back." Fu Qingji raised his head to meet Mingzhi's eyes, his voice did not fluctuate, "You know the reason."

Mingzhi suddenly couldn't hold it any longer, and turned away with a sad face.

Fu Ting was about to catch up immediately, and when he passed by the desk, he saw a very familiar magazine on it with sharp eyes.

She couldn't help but approached and saw that it was an interview about designer T's design concept.

Fu Qingji likes the design of T?

Fu Qingji noticed her demeanor, and suddenly stood up, with slight ups and downs in his eyes, he limped over and locked the magazine in the cabinet.

Fu Ting's attention fell on the man's obviously problematic left foot, "Does your left foot hurt when you walk?"

Fu Qingji stared straight at Fu Ting with a pair of peach blossom eyes, the waves inside were very beautiful, and his voice was cold, "It has nothing to do with you."

Fu Ting indifferently retracted his eyes, turned his head and walked out.

Mingzhi squatted outside the manor, her eyes turning red as she covered her face and cried.

Fu Ting stood beside her, a little at a loss, he paused, took out a tissue from his pocket, and handed it to Mingzhi.

Mingzhi wiped her tears and choked, "Let Xiao Ting see the joke."

"Grandma, don't cry." Fu Ting patted her on the back.

Mingzhi suddenly felt wronged, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ting, I brought you here because I wanted you to develop a relationship with Qing Ji. I thought he would change over the years, but I was wrong."

Fu Ting asked, "Grandma, what happened?"

"Xiao Ting, don't blame your third uncle. It's all because of me that he is so cold." Mingzhi sighed, thinking about the past, and said sadly, "If it weren't for me, your third uncle's No accident with his feet or ruining his pride."

Fu Ting learned from Mingzhi's mouth that Fu Qingji was the most cheerful one among the brothers in the family when he was a child.

Just because after Fu Pei was lost, Mingzhi was in a hurry to find her youngest son all day, and cared very little about Fu Qingji.

On Fu Qingji's fifth birthday, Mingzhi suddenly felt that her mother was unqualified, so she took him to the playground.

Halfway through the game, Mingzhi received a call saying that there was information about her youngest son.

Mingzhi was in a hurry, and threw Fu Qingji to the nanny to watch, and left.

As a result, Fu Qingji ran around in a panic because he couldn't find his mother, and accidentally got into a car accident.

Since then, the left leg has been left disabled. It took many years to repair it, and it was barely cured, but it became lame.

A man becomes lame and can't do anything.

Fu Qingji lost the smile on his face and became more and more indifferent.

After the accident, he did not complain about Mingzhi, nor hated her, but was very calm. In his heart, he dismissed Mingzhi as a mother.

Even the entire Fu family had no feelings for him.

Mingzhi said with red eyes, "I didn't do it on purpose. I know I was wrong. I want to make it up. He didn't give me a chance."

Fu Ting didn't know what to say. He couldn't say who was at fault for this incident, he could only say that fate made people miserable. From the moment Fu Pei was stolen, something was doomed.

Now we can only do our best to save it.